MY SYNAGOGUE EXPERIENCE’S

By Newton Stucker Jr.

I had applied and was approved for Social Security Disability. It was hard to live on that income. I tried but the money just wouldn’t go far enough. I began to sell my blood to buy food. One day on my way to sell my blood, I heard from the Lord; He said to go and give my time to a Jewish Shoal. I didn’t know where one was so I just forgot about it. The next time I came into town the same thing happened. I thought about it, but I didn’t do anything about it. I just went on. But the next I came into town it happened again so I pulled my car over and thought about it again.

It was God talking to me. I know that the number 3 is very important in the Bible so I began to look for a Jewish Shoal and I found one not far from where I was. I went in thinking that I would help them for an hour or two and go on about my way, but that is not what happened. When I told the Shoal Monaster about what God had said to me he told me that he had been looking for a setup man for three weeks and could not find one and I was just what he was looking for. Would I take the job? I said yes. I always loved to work and I love the Lord. I thought that this would help me learn more about God and the ways that others love God not that I wanted to change but I wanted to understand the ways that they loved the Lord.

In the seven years that I was there, I sowed seeds and I know that God will use them. I laid hands on some and God healed them. One day I was in the hall and the Rabbi’s wife was there, she had a sinus headache. I told her if it was ok that I would massage her neck, she said ok. As I was massaging, I started to pray but not out loud only to myself and God did it again. Her sinus began to run down and she almost choked. She said that she was going to tell Rabbi about the massaging. I didn’t tell her then that God had done it.

At another time the Rabbi’s wife was talking to me about a Preacher that had been seen in a car with a call girl and was in a lot of trouble and that this preacher laid hands on people and they got healed. So I told her about when I prayed for her and that God healed her. Usually when Rabbi’s would come in he would raise his hand and bring it back down to shake my hand. But after his wife told him what had happened he came in and raised his hand to shake and held it there I said it ok Rabbi, I would not pray for you and then he shook his hand.

In my first few weeks at the synagogue I found that I could not talk about my testimony, they just didn’t pay attention. I asked God what to do because this is what I thought He had wanted me to do. God said to talk to them from the Old Testament and he gave me a book to talk about. It was Isaiah 53 so I found a Jewish Bible and opened it to Isaiah 53 and read it over and over again and left it open on my desk.

It was not long before the people would come in and see the Bible open but they wouldn’t say anything but I could see them looking at the bible. So one day I underlined Isaiah 53:3,4,5. At first nothing happened, but I found that the bible would be closed. Then I would open it again to my old buddy Isaiah. It was a game at first but God said to talk to them about the Old Testament and ask about them about it and I did. Then I saw that I was beginning to win them over.

There came a time when the Temple hired some men to do clean up and I was to show them what to do. I gave them a back and was talking to them about the Lord, when one asked me if I would pray for him and said I would but not in the Temple so we when outside. When I started to pray, I saw a heart in my mind and it was like there was an electrical beam bouncing around the heart on three sides so I prayed and then it went to all four side then I hear a voice saying linger , there was a woman that worked there by the name of Langer so I thought that God wanted me to pray for her too.

So I asked the man that I was praying for to pray with me and he said he would. As I was praying I put my hand on his back and when up and down not knowing why I just did it, when we got back inside the other man asked the one that I was praying for how he was, he said that he felt better then ever and that he could take deep breathes and it did hurt. Then the other man said why did you ask him to pray for your back? I ask him what was wrong with his back and he said that a 55-gal drum had fallen off the back of a truck on his back and he was going to have two vertebrae taken out. He said I can’t even bend over to touch my feet, as he said that he tried and he touched his feet! We all had a good day with the Lord that day!

In life one has few friends that you can call a true friend. I have had three in my life and the last one was a Jew that would do most anything for me.

There came a time when my friend had a stroke. This hurt me a lot and I didn’t know why. I went home and I found my self crying. My son was home and getting ready to go out and I told him about my friend. He said for me to pray for him and he went out. I sat there and thought about it and then I began to pray first in English and then in my prayer language and after a time I fell better.

The next news we received was that my son had a car accident that almost killed him. We didn’t know for two days. We did have a phone but my son got someone to come to our house and tell us. He was in bad shape laying in a bed with his mouth wired shut, a hole in his leg and black and blue all over.

My friend didn’t die like the Doctor’s thought he would. They thought that he would not make it though the night, after he make it though the night that he would not make a week then it was a month and so on. But he lived for ten years after that stroke. The times was not to good for him but he got better then would get down again. He lost a leg and a year later he lost the other one.

He would call me at work and ask me to come to the hospital to put him on the pot. I don`t know many people that would ask a friend to do that or a friend that would but I did. I loved him as a friend and as like a father too. He was 83 years old when he had the stroke .

When he was in the hospital he would ask me to pray for him. This is not done

by Jews. I took his hand and began to pray, when I got done I looked down and the look on his face, I thought that he was dead. Do you know how it feels to think that you prayed a man to death? Well he didn’t die then. Thank god.

When he did die he had it put in his will that I was to be one of his pallbearer’s this is not done by Orthodox Jews, but it was this time.

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